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Quite possibly the worst bluegrass song ever written

I did this in tribute to the Front Porch Boys
Which was a bluegrass band, I was in, in College

One for the Mockingbird

Cutting Crew

Best of 80's Rock, Vol. 2

1994

knock the running out of me

And the band, they played one more song
One for the mocking bird, they played one more song
All the tears, they fell one

Fuck the fame
Jordan Hersey in my DMs
Charge it, charge it to the game
Them man there brass, I ain't
Get your bands up and listen to Andrew Tate,

Get Away

George Ezra

Staying At Tamara’s

2018

get away

And I'm running down a mountain side when I close my eyes
And I'm a leader of a big brass band when I close my eyes
Any boy can dream

working long nights
Was living the wrong life so I make my song right
When shit is intense I light the incense
The ink strokes like smoke flows
You know how

a bad song
Hitting in your ear drums breaking like a brass gong
I'm not even hear long easy like the last pawn
Coming out the stalk like children

and bustle of Christmas time.

VERSE 4
Now the brass band plays in the old town square
Songs of hope and joy are filling the air
But no one’s got time to hear

up bras-cause they flat
Hot ones then most now fat
My innocence at night
That shit went fast
By band room class
Exes liked it in the grass
Never had

I'll sing you a song of
The Cloisters if you hark
I'll sing of the Cloisters in Fort Tryon Park
Where I used to go in the month of June
To listen

on
What's right and what's wrong 

Am I ignorant 
'Cuz the form of my forums
A song, yet you talk at me

Like your sources could never be false
You knew all

Get some company, go

I remember the time noone's by my side - so lonely 
Only darkness - no ray of light, lost my will to fight - noone showed me
How

on the brass, like didgeridoo
Might be lyin' to my mom wit' "talk to you soon"
You can call this shit debaucherous or whatever ya conscious says I'm
Still pickin'

ain't a fuckin' trade when I say cop a tool
Blow a load on the brass, like didgeridoo
Might be lyin' to my mom wit' "talk to you soon"
You can call this

from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,

Amour
The way of the verse and the woman that I adore
Two of the forces that drives me, defines me
Never go back on my word, my swan song was my rebirth
I

the fuckups too

My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that

room
Brass keys get you through the door
Guarded by jesters singing show tunes
A quick shot keeps you off of the floor

Give me blood when I'm holy
Give

the song
Now we steady raising
Cause they stealing my lines
Marketers are pricing
And I’m feeling so fine

Gloria that’s me on TV
See these days they speak

show
Money on me I'm machine
Fuck with me my life's a trip
Bands up, now shawty want me
Big pack I be smoking on green
Did this at home by myself

Love Song

Jean Grae

Attack of the Attacking Things

2002

a love song

Love
All I ever want is you
All I ever had, leading in my life was you
All that ever was, all I ever had

Maybe it's easier to talk

the cause of the crime

This execution my rebirth
Solar eruption pull the lever
Feel the zephyr on my neck
The guillotine blade resembles cleaver
As I gather

them nailed to crosses 
Crucifixions in our true religion 
It's all by design 
F*** a superstition 
Let the black cat out the bag 
If you come across it

Like walking in the bank greet me by my first
Depositing these bands money counter burst
I know that she regret watching my rebirth
Of course
Negative

à Mars

I can't see a thing, but I can hear a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who protect they necks
Do the knowledge